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Who: Qilby (
traitre), Kaneis (
wilder), Zelda (
highrules), and Jacques (
ninjacques).
What: Satyr-killing, ostensibly to do a solid to the elves of Silverglen. In reality, because of TROLL BLOOD PACTS.
Where: The big ol' forest.
When: Sometime after whatever happens here.
Warnings: Maybe violence? Maybe.
Dragon's blood and the head of a satyr. The trolls don't ask much for their friendship, do they?
Apollo had helped him with the dragon. She'd have been more than adequate to help him with the other beast as well, but Qilby's reluctant to rely overly much on any one person to fulfill his needs. Smaller chance of everything falling apart if they decide to turn on him... That, and he can really only stand the woman in small doses anyway.
Which had brought him to Yugo's companions. They'd proven themselves easy to take advantage of once, so why stop there? That said, he'd never have considered them an option if the musician girl hadn't let him know of his brother's recent absence (something he'd even begun to question, given the fact he hadn't been hounded daily after their most recent talk.) Any other time he would have investigated further-- but his meeting with the trolls was far too important to delay any longer. Yugo -- wherever he may be -- would simply have to wait.
He might've questioned why, after all the subtle (and not so subtle) antagonism, they would agree to aid him. But whether it's simple, blind charity on their part or some yet-unknown ulterior motive of their own, the reason for their cooperation is of absolutely no importance. As long as the head goes to him at the end of the day, it doesn't matter why.
Qilby waits by the entrance to Silverglen Retreat as he'd requested, well within sight of the guards and townsfolk. Whatever opinions these other Dragonsworn might have of him, he figures it'd put their minds at ease, help convince them his intentions are good. Whatever it takes.
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What: Satyr-killing, ostensibly to do a solid to the elves of Silverglen. In reality, because of TROLL BLOOD PACTS.
Where: The big ol' forest.
When: Sometime after whatever happens here.
Warnings: Maybe violence? Maybe.
Dragon's blood and the head of a satyr. The trolls don't ask much for their friendship, do they?
Apollo had helped him with the dragon. She'd have been more than adequate to help him with the other beast as well, but Qilby's reluctant to rely overly much on any one person to fulfill his needs. Smaller chance of everything falling apart if they decide to turn on him... That, and he can really only stand the woman in small doses anyway.
Which had brought him to Yugo's companions. They'd proven themselves easy to take advantage of once, so why stop there? That said, he'd never have considered them an option if the musician girl hadn't let him know of his brother's recent absence (something he'd even begun to question, given the fact he hadn't been hounded daily after their most recent talk.) Any other time he would have investigated further-- but his meeting with the trolls was far too important to delay any longer. Yugo -- wherever he may be -- would simply have to wait.
He might've questioned why, after all the subtle (and not so subtle) antagonism, they would agree to aid him. But whether it's simple, blind charity on their part or some yet-unknown ulterior motive of their own, the reason for their cooperation is of absolutely no importance. As long as the head goes to him at the end of the day, it doesn't matter why.
Qilby waits by the entrance to Silverglen Retreat as he'd requested, well within sight of the guards and townsfolk. Whatever opinions these other Dragonsworn might have of him, he figures it'd put their minds at ease, help convince them his intentions are good. Whatever it takes.